Chapter 361

On the night of the northern night, when she comes down to the side hall, she sees Mingke sitting at the dining table eating porridge. She even talks and laughs with her servant. She doesn't know what she's talking about.

He drove him out last night and spent a night in the sofa. He thought that she would come down and hold him. He told him that she would never make him angry again and would never betray him. He asked him to forgive him.

But I didn't expect that he couldn't sleep well last night, and she was so good. At this moment, there was a smile on her lips. Even when I saw him, I just had a light look, which was not his existence.

The big man's self-esteem is completely challenged. He walks over and stares at her.

Sharp eyes have to let name can put down the spoon, looked up at him, light called a voice: "sir."

How to say that this is his place, he looks so ugly now, and she is not good at eating so happily.

Xia Qianjin walked by the side of the northern night, just stayed there quietly, looking at Mingke with a kind of scornful and proud eyes, but he did not dare to look at the side of the northern night.

The fire wolf followed him far away, just waiting for him and didn't come to the table.

Mingke is a little nervous. What does Beiming night look at her with this kind of eyes now? Early in the morning, where did she offend the president?

"Is this where you can eat?" Beiming night suddenly snorted, staring at her small face, laughing scornfully: "it seems that they haven't told you yet..."

"I see." Without waiting for him to finish, Mingke stood up and retreated to the corner with his porridge.

His meaning has been expressed very clearly. Let Qingmei tell her that her room is in the servant's room, so she really is not qualified to stay at this table for breakfast.

Looking at Beiming night from afar, she laughed shyly: "I just don't think about it for a moment. I'm sorry, it won't happen in the future."

After that, he turned to the kitchen with porridge in his hand.

There are several small tables in the kitchen where the servants eat. She used to eat them.

Her steps were so light and her smile was so sincere that she didn't feel embarrassed or even angry because of his sarcasm. She accepted her identity as a servant fast enough.

Looking at her slender figure is about to enter the kitchen, the northern night still can't help but say in a cold voice: "since it's a servant, don't you come to serve when the host's house is eating?"

Mingke was stunned. She looked back at him and saw that he had already sat down at the table. She had no choice but to smile at him and said, "OK, sir, I'll put things away and come right away."

After that, he turned and entered the kitchen, but it was not that he went to the kitchen immediately after putting things away. Instead, he went to the table in the corner of the kitchen and sat down, picked up the bowl of porridge and ate it leisurely. After her arrival in

, Lan Hua stared at her eyes. She could not believe her face: "Miss coco, are you going to wait for your husband to have breakfast?"

Why are you still eating porridge so happily here? Is she not afraid of being scolded by her husband?

Mingke shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "he's already angry anyway. What's the difference between going earlier and going later?"

She had to be fed to meet his anger.

So, she ate at the table, and even looked at the busy green plum with a smile, and asked her for a fried dough stick and a snack.

Finally, she took a paper towel to wipe the corners of her lips. After cleaning her hands, she walked out of the kitchen and into the side hall.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Beiming's dark face. As expected, she lowered her head and came to him. She saw that his bowl was still empty, and she didn't even move her chopsticks.

Sitting beside him, the cup of milk in front of Xia Qianjin's noodles didn't drink.

Beiming night does not move, she dare not move.

In fact, after all, it's really stressful to live with such a man. How can people live with such a cold air?

Mingke didn't hum. He picked up the bowl of Beiming night and gave him a bowl of porridge. He pushed it in front of him and said softly, "Sir, drink porridge."

Beiming night did not speak, even did not look at her one eye, but still holding the newspaper leisurely read up, however, the face has not been very good-looking, even can say, super ugly.

He didn't eat, but Mingke had to stand there, waiting for him when he would like to eat.

As time went by, Mingke seemed a little anxious, but she couldn't see any anxiety from her face.

She is busy today. The finals of the draft will be held tonight. However, today is not a public holiday. She knows that Beiming is definitely busier than her.

So she didn't worry at all. When he made some troubles, she would always know that time couldn't be delayed.

Sure enough, not long after that, Beiming night suddenly folded the newspaper and threw it aside, looked up at her and said coldly, "are you waiting for me to have breakfast? Why don't I see that you have any sincerity? "Mingke was relieved to know that he was in a hurry to go to work. In fact, she wanted to laugh. However, she would die miserably if she dared to laugh in front of him at this time.

So, she has been enduring, face is still silent, the bowl has been cold porridge hold up, picked up a spoon spoon, bent over to his lips, whispered: "Sir, porridge."

Beiming night happily accepted her service, took a bite and frowned.

"Is it too cold?" She asked hastily.

He didn't speak, just hummed again.

Mingke immediately took away the porridge, asked Qingmei to send him another bowl, and gave him another bowl. Because there was at least some excess temperature in the pot, she took another scoop to his lips, and this guy was satisfied.

But after a few mouthfuls of porridge, his face became even worse. The woman only fed him porridge, and didn't know to give him something else?

But Mingke didn't seem to know. She just fed him one mouthful at a time until a whole bowl of porridge was fed into his stomach. Then she happily picked up the spoon and scooped another bowl.

Just about to continue to feed him, the North night but sink a face, not happy way: "there is no other on the table?"

"Well, I'll get you something else." She laughed in her heart, still quietly put down the porridge, took chopsticks and put a piece of cake to his lips, carefully fed him to swallow.

Xia Qianjin, who was sitting beside her, finally responded. It seems that brother Ye really took this woman as a servant. She just didn't know whether they were fighting or whether he really hated her.

Since I don't know, I have to try this kind of thing